Ultimate Sarcasm v.s Ultimate Arrogance

Kuro Volk was standing out on the Kiriga Lake with his arms folded as he looked up at the sky, remembering his past life and his rule, and how he would someday bring himself back to King. He could not stand another moment amongst these commoners, they deserved to be under his feet.

"Such dogs belong prostrated on the ground, Gods like myself belong in the Heavens!"

He let out a sigh and scratched the side of his head, looking back down at his reflecting, giving a sly smile.

"And who better than I, Kuro Volk, the ultimate being, be their ruler."

"Well, that sounds like a terrible idea. I mean, If I was ruled by a reflection in the lake, I'd be in pretty poor spirits". Corren wrapped himself within his bleached robes, as he approached the Kiriga Lakeside, finding himself in the company of a rather odd individual. He was dressed as if he presided outside the realm; his intricate black armour shaped largely, a cape hanging down to his legs.

This man, Kuro Volk, he proclaimed to be, stood out in the Kiriga lake a little off the shore. Corren himself was still on the beach, the sun and reflection of the water giving Corren a near holy reception of his clothing as his large white robes flooded outward to one side, giving him the appearance of an one winged angel. Corren grinned to his company.

"I mean, either that or someone's teetering on the precipice of insanity".

Corren stepped closer to the shore, letting the ocean graze over his bare feet. "Well, I didn't try to get your attention. You chose to turn and acknowledge me. So wouldn't that mean you're nothing but a dog?" Corren kept smiling, and gestured to himself, and then his company. "I mean, I AM dressed decently better than you are. My robes are bleach white and spotless. Your armour is... Black and rather tasteless".

Corren's eyes widened, as did his smile. He sunk low to the ground, so far his head touched the sand as the blades whizzed past. Corren pushed the momentum in his legs to throw himself upward. "Oh, hey. Please forgive me, oh great and conscripted master of mine. I hope you'll find it in your gracious heart to forgive me". Corren bowed low, his hands both within his draping cloak. He then lifted his head, and gave the armoured man a devilish grin. "Please forgive me, master, for dodging such a slow and weak attack".

Corren whipped both arms out of his cloak, and send a Kunai with a smoke bomb towards his new adversary, and smoke exploding into a massive cloud of black dust.

Corren could tell rushing into the smoke was not wise. Instead, the angelic boy dove into the water, and swam forward under the cover of smoke. Only a few feet forward, Corren dove upwards to the left side of the smoke cloud. As he emerged, the remainder of a barrage of weapon shot towards him, and the surprise left Corren unbalanced. One of them pierced his sleeve, and cut across his arm. Corren seethed for a moment, and stood to let the smoke clear. "Tsk... Fine".

"Katon! Phoenix Claw!" Corren yelled, and extended his hand. Four streams of fire extended from his hand, and conformed into one large jetting spear of fire towards his adversary.

He saw the attack come after him, giving an irritated expression at the sight of this mongrel still in one piece.

"Rho Aias!"

A portal opened up, revealing a shield, stationing itself in front him. Kuro Volk decided to jump away from the blast, feeling the shield to not be enough, but his thought was a second to late, as the blast had destroyed his shield, singing his cape, along with a slight burn on his wrist.

Corren jetted towards the armoured man, and pushed through the smoke. He threw off his cape, and tossed it onto the shore; Corren revealed his dexterous attire, slim fit and detailed towards agility. Corren pulled his hands back.

"Suiton! Gelatin prison!" He called, and two bubbles of thick water poured into his hands, and he threw them. If they connected, the heavy, sticky syrup would be an incredible hindering aspect, especially if they hit the feet or hands.

Corren wasn't close enough to engage in Taijutsu, and it was too soon to use his secret weapons... However, Corren did know what he COULD do! "Pardon my impudence, your majesty. However, if you're the one being backed into a corner, and I'm the fool... What does that make you? A blatant moron?".

"Fire Style! Rising Phoenix!" Corren formed a multitude of hand signs, and his body was covered in a blanket of flames before his body was shot forward towards his adversary like a missile.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!". Corren exclaimed his feelings as his body as a jetting rocket flew at high speed towards his foe, pushing past the array of weapons that shot at him.

Chakra: 375/500

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Corren's eyes widened as the golden chains shot at him from ahead. He might be able to avoid this... Maybe. It would be close. After the rocket faded away, Corren couldn't stop the momentum so he was shot forward right toward the chains.

"This is gonna hurt... Fire Style, Phoenix Claw!" Considering the close range, the five ropes of fire shot outward before closing in, yet before, they connected with the chains of gold. However, the momentum and force jarred him back with incredible force, knocking the wind out of him. Corren began to breath heavily, and desperately.

Corren exhaled heavily. Countless ripples of gold manifested behind his adversary, the tips and blades of a sea of weapons breaking out, giving wake to a hellish storm. Time seemed to slow to a near still, a tempest of steel seconds away from ripping into Corren. Corren's eyes grew darker, and he put his hands together and began to weave hand signs.

"Fyre Release... Ashfyre!" As the first blade met its mark, the tip was already pushing into his chest, and an instant before it pierced his heart, the angelic boy vanished into a cloud of glistening ash, lost in the storm of steel and water.

Kuro Volk dismissed his weapon barrage, and stood still on the water, he looked down at the water and his reflection, and started to laugh, slowly bringing his head up, staring up at the sky, he had now realized why he used so much strength on this person, he was no mongrel.

"I see now, your power is truly great. I commend you for your skills."

This man was no longer below him, he possessed Fyre Release, the ultimate power. Kuro Volk was certainly surprised, but decided to not stop fighting him, if he truly possessed Fyre Release, he could finally use his power in a duel amongst equals.